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Everything was set. The ticket was purchased to an otherwise poor choice of cinema numbering, the thickness of the seats felt warm, the lights were out and the wood partition was clearly visible being only a few metre away in supposed darkness.
One of the precogs whispered "murder" before going back to breathing underwater. A pair of wooden balls rolled along a track like that of Powerball or the Nikki Visser OzLotto. Some slick dude from somewhere came in, Anderton almost shook Bullseye's hand when he remembered about the task of "scrubbing."
Forward a second, back a second, the wrist was turning back and forth. Then, like a cut from Gremlins 2, the film was pierced off-centre and then a few more holes started to appear. More and more and the holes grew larger, until... white.
Nothing on the screen.
Just blank.
The film must've been caught out and toasted. There's a reel for the scavengers. Ten minutes? Thirty? It was getting good. Everyone just sat there waiting. Then these kids, could not have been out of high school, rocked in all loud and stupid—as is the norm for those under the rating suggestion—and along with the rest of those actually there to see some nice sci-fi, a pass for a session at some later date.
Scooby-Doo was playing a door down, to sneak in would have been easy. Chose instead to balk at the prices for the action figures for Spider-Man.
Soon Van - Monday, 24 June 2002 - 18:26
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